April 1960

I thought you'd died for just a little while.
And so, when spring
Came rainbow-colored, laughing to my door,
I listened to her sing.
And summer cupped her hands around my heart
And warmed it well
And I walked drowsily, under 
Summer's golden spell
Then tawny autumn strode across the land
In heedless pageantry,
Too busy with her harvesting to make
Demands on me
But winter came, and I had no defence
Against the ugliness of permanence.